The beautiful cock pheasant stands proud, silhouetted
against a greening field. He’s just been gleaning under the bird table, where
the smaller songbirds very helpfully gobble so sloppily that half of it lands
on the ground beneath.
He’s there every morning, the rich colours of his glorious plumage shining in the
morning sunshine. With a regal, noble gait, he paces off across the field and
out of sight.
The amazing sacrifice of Jesus on the cross means that we
can exchange our filthy rags for royal robes we don’t deserve. May we wear them
with integrity and love.
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